Dragoncrest Cliffs bulldog? or pug :o

Sirio found weakness quite attractive. It made him feel all whimsy and dizzy, as if he was trying to swim in a storm. Just two clouds meeting, just the littlest bits of electricity, could sent a strike to his heart - setting him ablaze in open ocean. It would get worse with age, that much was for certain. Roses were magnificent too, in his humble opinion. What was the sin of trying to become one of those crimson flowers? Sure, the journey hurt, but beauty was pain - especially to those around you. Still, Sirio smiled a toothy smile, readying himself for whatever was to come.

Bobbin, Robin - it's like water and rain. He grinned. Soon though, his bird-like friend made a move that might now have been the best one to make. A dreamy gaze was cast upon the hurting face of his friend as he moved closer. May I? He asked, sitting down so he could later scoop up the talons of the fallen bird.